Page 77 of Grave Intentions

"Yes." I trust him implicitly. Even in this vulnerable state, with my wrists bound and my vision obscured, I know that he would never truly hurt me. This is about giving me back control, about exploring the darkness within myself in a safe environment.

The knife scrapes lightly against my skin, trailing down the side of my neck and onto my shoulder. Goosebumps erupt across my skin.

Terror pulses through me as I feel Talon's body press against my back. I struggle, knocking against his arms, but he's too strong. He grunts his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers of fear down my spine. I know it's him, but the mask distorts his voice.

"Come on, sweetheart. You know you want it," he says, his voice rough and unrecognizable.

I shake my head, hair tumbling over my face, obscuring my vision even more. "No, get off me!"

He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back and exposing my throat. My heart is hammering, my breath coming in short gasps. Despite knowing it's Talon, my body is responding as if it were a stranger violating me.

The knife presses into my throat, sending a chill through me. "Such a pretty neck. It'd be a shame to ruin it."

His erection presses against my lower back, his intention clear. I squirm, trying to throw him off balance, but he predicts my moves, holding me effortlessly.

"Please, stop!" I cry out. My fear is genuine even though I love my would-be attacker. I can feel his excitement and desire for me, which fuels my resistance.

I consider using the safe word, but I don't want this to end. Not yet. I want to see how far he'll take this fantasy.

The knife leaves my throat, and his arms wrap around me. His breath is hot in my ear as he murmurs crude promises of what he plans to do to me.

I try to wriggle free, kicking out, but he's expecting this. He slams me against the cabin wall, the impact rattling my teeth. My struggles weaken as he continues to overpower me.

"That's it, fight me," he snarls, his lips brushing my ear.

The knife is back at my throat, and I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips. Fear and desire flood my senses as I realize that my aggressive, fantasized stranger is about to take what he wants—me.

"Please, don't," I beg, my voice breaking. I don't want Talon to stop.

He chuckles, low and dangerous, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Don't fight it. You want this. You've always wanted it."

I shake my head vigorously, causing my hair to tumble over my shoulders and the blindfold to slip slightly, granting me a hazy view of the darkening trees surrounding us. "No," I whisper.

His free hand grabs my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me yelp. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you, slut?"

I can feel his eyes on me, even through the mask. He knows my deepest, darkest secrets, my forbidden desires. I hate him and crave him in this moment.

"This ass has been waiting for a real man to fill it," he growls, his fingers teasing the edges of the butt plug nestled inside me. I moan softly, torn between fighting him and surrendering to thepleasure. "Did you bring this, hoping some guy would bend you over and see how fucking desperate you are for an ass fucking?"

"No," I whisper, even as my body yearns for exactly that.

I feel the twist of the plug, the stretch as he slowly pulls it from me, and then the cold night air on my exposed skin. Embarrassment wars with arousal as my muscles clench around the emptiness he's left behind.

"Liar," he snarls, yanking my hair hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. "You knew this is what I'd do to you, and you still came out here."

I nod, the movement making my hair fall forward, obscuring my face. I want him to see the truth in my eyes, to understand that my desires are just as depraved as his.

His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me back against him, the hard length of his erection pressing into the cleft of my ass. "Beg me to fuck you. Beg, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

"No," I whisper again, my chest heaving.

The knife presses into my throat, and I freeze, remembering our safe word. I don't want this to end.

"Last chance," he warns, his voice harsh.

Desire courses through me, and I tilt my head back, baring my throat to him. "Fuck my ass. Take what you want. I've been waiting for it."

He growls his approval, his fingers biting into my hips. I feel the head of his cock press against my stretched asshole, and then he's pushing inside, filling me in one smooth stroke. I cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure, my body stretched around his girth.

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